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25.0 Candela_Chapter 6: Smothered

"Well he did say that the rings would help hide our identities." I said, breaking Lily out of her trance.

Really, you'd think that we'd get used to it by now. I thought, as I began walking down the street.

"That fucking Kai! I almost had a heart attack. Would it kill him to explain this shit properly?" Lily said, frowning.

"Indeed. His explanations are truly lacking." said Amy.

I nodded. Kai was keeping a lot of secrets. In fact, one of my two sub-goals was to 'determine Kai's identity,' but so far the results had been startlingly low.

I essentially knew only what he'd told us outside Vandrake Mountain, which was strange because I'd been trying to probe him for details for an entire day and had nothing to show for it.

This was the first time that my Ability hadn't given me results for a sub-goal. Whenever I pursued this sub goal, it would show me no hints or suggestions, almost as if it couldn't see through Kai either.

"Hey, do we even know where this 'Betern Inn' is?" asked Lily.

"Hmm? Betern Inn?" I thought, recalling the Inn that Kai had told us to go to.

Isn't that the Inn from the game? Why did he want to meet up there? Well I suppose it must be pretty famous around here. And it is in a great location too.

"It should be at the end of this street, just before the Duke's Mansion." I said. "We should go reserve our rooms first, in case they run out of space. We can go shopping later. Oh, and Lily."

"Hmm?"

"We'll be relying on you for the funds." I smirked.

Lily grinned.

"Sure, I just struck it rich after all." she said, bringing out a pouch and lightly tossing it in the air.

"What the-? That's mine!" I said, grabbing it quickly.

"You might as well give it back. I can take it whenever I want you know?" she smiled, wickedly.

Damn it! This fucking-

"Let us proceed. I am looking forward to a bath." Amy said, interrupting my thoughts and walking down the street.

Lily and I exchanged a glance and followed her.

Yeah, a bath would be nice.

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"Dad, stop dancing! You're bothering the customers!" shouted someone just as we opened the doors of the Betern Inn.

A small black haired girl was glaring at a tall, bespectacled man who was dancing between the tables of the Inn while delivering orders with one hand and drinking beer with the other.

"It's okay! It's okay! They like it. Don't you fellas?" said the bespectacled man as he spun around and gestured to a rowdy table of drunk middle aged men.

"No! Get the hell outta here old man!" said one of the drunkards.

"O-old man? I'm only 47!" said the bespectacled man as he placed a steaming dish in front of an old lady.

"Dad, the fish is gonna burn!" came a voice from the kitchen.

"Oh right, coming!" said the bespectacled man as he rushed towards the kitchen.

The black haired girl sighed but she quickly perked up as she saw us.

"Welcome to the Betern Inn! I'm Altis Betern, how may I help you?" she asked with a smile.